Je'free Y . Poems

We turned a perfect space into construction sites.
Every laborer is ornamenting the already beautiful
Only to realize, in death, how most of our sweat,
Unnecessary, was but a waste of exertion.
...

While the coast is clear, the target
Seems easy, and can not be missed.
The noisy crowd has dispersed,
And every infrastructure obstructing
...

At my lowest point, in mausoleums,
In skid rows, running from the law,
Or living the tramp/gypsy life, I felt a spark.
...

We were once so thrilled that not even
Forces of the galaxies could control us
Comets shot across the sky. The world spun.
One turn of tide came after another
...

Until I found your face, Wisdom,
There was not a trace of the extraordinary.
Men & things stood like dominoes of monotony.
...

An ancient PC atop a worn-out stereo system -
All laid, stocked like books, in varnished shelves
Of occupied and unoccupied spaces.
I was on the bed eating buttered popcorn
...

On God: All good teachings that create order
On Karma: The input-output equation of life
On Desire: Are you walking the dog or is the dog walking you?
On Suffering: An opportunity to transcend and progress
...

I never keep track of the number of poems
I have written to get to present places.
I wonder how much fire, how much desire
And yearning for healing have inspired me
...

You who turned me into a hunter,
Luscious one hungered for since birth,
How many more moons will I count
Until I wake up to the sweet reality of you?
...

There is an excitement in trading off city lights
To the dim lamp lights of my living room.
In this subtle ambiance, the mood is set
For some reading, or film watching adventure,
...